Cuckold Camp Ch. 07

Chapter Seven

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The Taskmaster

All of the cuckolds were lined up on the dungeon floor once again. Matty knelt in the middle of the group, with Finn at her left side and Mason at her right, both of them still clad in only their leashes. Chuck was beside Finn and Brendan was beside Mason.

As long as she wasn’t beside Chuck, Matty was fine; the stench of this fatass could probably kill a small animal. She wished the queens would take him outside and spray him down, or something.

She herself felt quite uncomfortable; she needed a good shower and a shave. Her long dark brown curls were unkempt and her legs were growing spiny with hairs. Maybe she would have the chance to beg for it today.

Goddess Raina stepped out from the back of the room in her leathers and ran her whip down the line of cuckolds, starting with Brendan. Matty shivered with anticipation as she felt the end of the whip graze her back and move on to Finn’s. She wondered what was in store for them today.

She also wondered why it was that Mason was the only one who was locked; so many people into this sort of thing had a bit of an obsession with chastity cages, as she noticed online, but Mommy Eleanor never thought she needed one.

“Your dick is useless anyway,” she remembered her saying, “What do we need a cage for?” As was most usual when it came to her Mommy, Matty gratefully agreed.

Raina stepped up in front of the kneeling cucks and said, “You whiteboys are weak, naked, and defeated for us–and for your girlfriends back home. There will be no more disobedience from you, and certainly no more escape attempts.”

Her thick black lips opened up to launch a glob of saliva that landed directly on Mason’s forehead. He looked up at her angrily for a moment, then his gaze just fell down to her boots in shame.

The big black goddess continued, “A good whiteboy is obedient, submissive, and knows their place in this new world: far down at the very bottom.” She cracked her whip on the floor, and Finn and Brendan jumped in their skin.

Her dark eyes narrowed and scanned all of their gazes, which were mostly locked firmly on her leather-clad black body.

“You are inferior. You will always be inferior. You’re here to ensure you remember that,” she said with a tone expressing a sexual hatred. Matty felt her little dick twitch.

“Yes, Goddess Raina,” she said. The black queen smiled right at her.

It was surreal to be there, to be under the yoke of such feminine power somewhere other than within the walls of Mommy Eleanor’s apartment. Matty couldn’t help but smile back.

“The sissy sets a good example to you all,” Raina said, pointing at Matty with her whip.

“Soon, you’ll all be just a bit more like her, at least. Now, we have some new roles for all of you, as you will be remaining here for quite some time. Fiona!” she called out. Matty was so excited to see what their new roles might be.

The thick redheaded snowbunny stepped out of one of the backrooms and traipsed up to the line of cuckolds, still clad in her new red Queen of Spades gear from the day before. She took her place at Raina’s left side and smiled down at all of them. “Where is Alexandra?” Raina asked her.

“Oh, she’s upstairs, I think,” Fiona replied.

“Go and get her. We need her to decide, as well,” Raina answered.

Then, the sounds of footsteps on the staircase behind her could be heard, and another deep, black, masculine voice, “I’ve got her.” A tall black man stepped down into the dungeon floor with the thick blonde snowbunny in her pink Queen of Spades gear at his arm.

The man was wearing an all-black suit, in even more stark contrast to the naked cuckolds kneeling on the floor than would be usual.

“King Abraham,” Raina said lustily to him, “I didn’t think you’d be joining us so soon in the week.”

“If it’s time to delegate the roles, I don’t want to miss it,” he replied coolly and smiled slightly at her.

He was rather handsome, tall, lean, and impressive as a man, with a full black beard and a clean cut of hair. This was the kind of man Mommy Eleanor would love to share her bed with.

Matty watched Fiona’s eyes dart back and forth between Alexandra, who was grinning, and Abraham. Everyone was wondering whether or not they had fucked yet. “I’ve been teaching Alexandra here a few things, but she’s not ready to take it all the way yet,” he said with a suave wink at Raina, as if he read the minds of everyone there.

Matty wondered why that could be. Was it possible these were beginners all along, like some of her fellow cucks seemed to be?

“Where’s Layla?” Raina asked Abraham. There was another domme there, apparently–an exciting possibility.

“She’s out,” Abraham answered. “The four of us will suffice.”

“Right, then,” Raina affirmed. Abraham’s eyes then scanned the line of cuckolds on their knees before him. He outright laughed at all of them there, a laugh that was full-throated and deep.

“Whiteboys get more pathetic everyday, it seems,” he said before laughing again. Fiona and Alexandra joined in his laughter this time–it seemed Fiona was looking particularly at Finn.

Abraham stepped up to Brendan and tugged his face by the scruff of his unkempt beard. “Is this the little cocksucker?” he asked.

“Yup,” Raina said with a giggle.

Abraham slapped Brendan’s face lightly and said, “You like sucking dick, whiteboy?”

Brendan hesitated a moment, staring up at this godly black man, then nodded his head up and down slowly. Raina and Fiona laughed again–Mason and Finn joined them, though Finn only did so nervously.

Abraham turned his face back to Raina and asked, “Fluffer duty for this one?” with a full-toothed grin.

“It would make sense, as he’s had practice in that regard,” Raina said. Matty was right; Brendan was a liar, but not in the way he tried to make them think.

“I think he’d enjoy it too much,” Fiona argued coldly.

“We’ll determine that in due time,” Abraham said to settle the argument for the time being before taking his big black hand off Brendan’s scruffy little cheek and stepping slowly to stand in front of Mason instead.

Matty looked at Fiona nervously, hoping she didn’t get fluffer duty–she was good at sucking dick, but wanted something else. Maybe it would be worth it if she also got to watch this black king fuck these ultra-thick snow queens, but she honestly presumed they would all get the opportunity eventually as part of their training, anyway.

Abraham looked down on Mason like he was a disgrace to all mankind. “Well, look what we have here,” he said in his deep black voice, “An emasculated little beta, learning his place. Did she lock you up, whiteboy, or was it your girlfriend before you got here?”

Mason didn’t even look up at the black king, with Raina’s spit still drying on his pale face, and didn’t so much as give an answer, either. Abraham pulled his gaze up by his chin and glared down at him. “I asked you a question, whiteboy!” he said sternly.

“It was Fiona,” he finally answered, surprisingly not looking scared, just angered and frustrated.

“Did you thank her?” Abraham asked him. Mason would never say thank you to anyone for anything, Matty presumed, but this man didn’t know that.

“Why would I do that?” Mason retorted with all his frustration in his now somewhat guttural tone.

“You have to be polite to your superiors, beta,” was Abraham’s answer. “You’re lucky she so much as touched you. Now, say thank you.”

Mason hesitated until Abraham grabbed him around his head and forced his gaze to Fiona. “Thank you, Mistress,” he muttered, defeated.

“For…?” Abraham goaded him on.

“For locking up my white cock,” Mason said, his lip quivering with frustration. Abraham laughed in his face, and so did Fiona.

“Good boy,” Abraham said before letting go of his head. He turned back to the dommes and said, “I think we should make this one clean the toilets.”

“I agree,” Alexandra said, “He has a certain janitorial look to him.”

“What?” Mason blurted out, flabbergasted.

Abraham turned back to look down on him again. “Is there a problem, whiteboy?” he asked tauntingly.

Mason looked past him to the dommes and said, “You bitches can have your fucked up fantasy, but I’m not cleaning your shit up.”

Abraham raised an eyebrow at him, then backed away, extending both his arms to call the dommes forward.

Raina, Fiona, and Alexandra all stepped up to Mason, their heels clanging on the dungeon floor. Raina backhanded Mason almost as hard as she had Matty the day before.

“First of all,” she said with rage in her voice, “this is not a fantasy. It’s your new reality.”

“And you’d better accept it before it’s too late,” Fiona chimed in. Mason looked absolutely defeated, and still so painfully frustrated by all of this.

“Secondly, it won’t just be our shit you’ll be cleaning up. It’ll be the entire fucking house, all by yourself. Do you understand that?” Raina pressed on at him.

“Yes, Goddess Raina,” Mason finally muttered.

Raina whisked around and stepped towards the back again, Fiona and Alexandra backing off with dark little grins on their pretty faces. Abraham looked at Raina and said, “That one’s decided, then.”

Matty couldn’t help but laugh a little; she found it so interesting how, at the end of the day, even the alpha males couldn’t match the assertion of female power.

Then, as Abraham stepped up to her a bit, she realized it was her turn. She just smiled up at him like a good girl. Nobody would ever catch her acting like as much of a failure of a cuckold as Mason was.

“You must be the sissy,” he said to her.

“Yes, Sir,” Matty replied dutifully, her grin not subsiding. She was glad he could still tell in spite of her nakedness.

“Do you like sucking cock, sissy?” he asked her now.

“I don’t prefer it, Sir, but I’ve been told I am quite good,” she responded.

“Hmm…” Abraham stood back and thought a moment, his right hand scratching the hair on his prominent chin.

“We’ll decide your role momentarily,” he said, stepping away from her and over to Finn. Raina nodded at him as he did.

“You look like a nice whipping post,” Abraham said, examining Finn carefully, “with a body as stiff as a board.”